Life is just too short for some folks For other folks it just drags on Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey Others figure tea's too strong
Well, I'm the type of guy who wants to ride the middle I don't like all this bouncing back and forth Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie And my head in the cool blue north
In a small suburban garden Not a single neighbour knows our name I know the woman wishes we would move some place Where the houses aren't all the same
Jesse, I wish you would take me where the grass is greener I couldn't really say where it may be Oh, some place high on a mountain top Or down by the deep blue sea
And there we'll do just as we please It ain't nothing but a breeze
One day I'll be old gray Grandpa All the pretty girls will call me "Sir" Now where they're asking me how things are Soon they'll ask me how things are
Well, I don't mind being an old gray Grandpa As long as you'll be my gray Grandma But I wish we would move with our tea and cookies To the shade of the old pawpaw
There we'll do just as we please It ain't nothing but a breeze
Life is just too short for some folks For other folks it just drags on Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey Others figure tea's too strong
Well, I'm the type of guy who wants to ride in the middle I don't like all this bouncing back and forth Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie And my head in the cool blue northTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
